You just don't understand

Me: You two be nice to each other.

Gavin: "I want to be mad at Carrigan and Carrigan wants to be mad at me. You just don't understand, Mommy."

When you are teenagers and fighting like cats and dogs, I just want you to remember that you had this all figured out when you were 3.

Oh Carrigan....

I found Carrigan sitting on the kitchen counter tonight. As I walked toward her she started saying,

"What's wrong, Mommy? What's wrong, Mommy? I not what wrong. Not worry. It's okay, Mommy. Not cry, Mommy. Not cry."

I don't know if she was using strategy, felt my pain, or just plain doesn't get why I get upset at the things she does.

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3:30 a.m. this morning I wake up to a loud cry,

"I can't do it! I can't do it! HELP! I can't do it!!!!"

She had an almost full gallon of milk in one hand and her sippy cup in the other. She was in the hallway and couldn't make it the rest of the way to my room.

How I can possibly forget to lock the fridge is beyond me.

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In a public restroom,

"Bubba went poopoo! Bubba did! Bubba did go poopoo! I LOOOVE POOPOO!!"

E.m.b.a.r.r.a.s.s.i.n.g

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"BUBBA, WHY YOU MAKE ME MAD AT YOU???"

She is such a girl..... such.a.girl

My Little Wonder Girl

Said this morning at breakfast:

Me: Do you want this?
Carrigan: Oh, of course. I almost forgot.

Carrigan. Peaches yucky. I want oranges.
Me: Okay, I will get you oranges.
Carrigan: You promise?

To Gavin: "Hey, why you do that? Be nice to me!"

Me: "Do you want to go with us?
Carrigan: "Yes, I do want to go byebye with Mommy & Bubba."

I am raising little genius babies..... kind of scares me.... in a good way.